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“Sitting full in the moment, I practiced on the god-awful difficulty of just paying attention. It's a contention of Heat Moon's - believing as he does any traveler who misses the journey misses about all he's going to get - that a man becomes his attentions. His observations and curiosity, they make and remake him.”

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Blue Highways

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William Least Heat-Moon
William Least Heat-Moon

William Least Heat-Moon is an American writer known for his distinctive travel literature and geographical writing. His works often blend personal experience, history, and local characteristics, making them popular among readers. more

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